This Made
This is of everyday Voices’ Enchanting,
Murmuring Dreaming of Nature unchanged:
Be of the Worlds in your Being implanted,
Be of the Heights that your Consciousness met,

And, exercising both Being and Meeting,
Shapes of your Steps from this Momentum trace:
Truth will from now on look as if Cheating,
Treated by this World like utter Disgrace…

Pathway of Steps, traced in such a Dimension,
You will be destined by Fate to except:
Every Conjunction will follow Convention,
Every Contempt force you to contemplate.

In Mediastinum freeze meditative
And warming Breath by the icy Hands grasp:
What is comprised in the Jiff so creative?
What makes so active the credible Clasp?..

Mystic of Openness is not so hidden,
As you could possibly think to expect:
Be just aware of Intrigues and Kidding,
Mocking of Something you thought to neglect.

Everyday Voices in every night Silence
Noted are in Polyphony great –
With Dreamings’ Murmuring of Nature’s Chanting
Burst now Expanses, from Points of Peaks made!..

The Rot
The modern World –
The Oops in Whole –
As if is bold
Like chasing Goal,

As if far sees
And close brings
To Truth release
From Rocks and Brinks...

Two Holes in Oops –
Those Spectacles
Like Pair of Scoops
For many Pales,

Fetch smelly Mud
Of Imagery –
For every Nut
That dares break free:

The One that has
The Choice to choose,
The deeds to do,
The Lost to lose, –

The One, that’s like
The modern World,
That Flesh of Blood
Throws into Rot…

Not Every Grows
Not every Big is large and Small is short,
As every thinking tries to understand in full,
And Distance can be close when someone in it brought
His pure Destiny as somewhat magic Tool,

And, spelling Meaningless to all who’re less to mean
In Hopelessness tried without Trials, start
The Pathway to connect in Smiles the Sorrow’s Grins,
And to embrace the Minds in endless open Heart.

Eternity in Terms – a Morning Tide in Gloom:
“The mortal Living tried!” – a Sequence, chiseled in Stone;
Not every Reef you calls and every Step is doomed –
So strives to be a Seed the Tree that so high grows…

Wishing To Dare
“Wishing you Happiness!..” – What does it mean,
When you embody it right in your Soul?
Out of Monsters prepare a Meal –
Feast upon which all the Joyful be called:

Flesh of the Fears be cooked into Hopes,
All Preconceived – into Learnt, Purified;
Let Flowers cover all Gallows and Ropes,
Guns be transformed to the Hearth for the Fire!..

Words let emerge from the Smiles of the Lips
That will forget of the Grins of the Past:
Let them prepare to greet all those Least
Which were forgotten and sworn in the Past;

Happy be Wishes, embodying Joy –
All in the Spirit of truthful Repair:
You are the Chosen here to employ
What only you are prepared to dare!..

I Adore
A Poetry –
A Potent Dream –
Like growing Tree
And echoing Scream

And dusty Glow
And fiery Ice:
A Potent throws
His Spears – Tries!..

A Rythming Rhyme,
A beating Cry:
That’s Groom and Bride,
And Live and Die,

And Step in Jump,
And Stretch of Wings:
Behind the Humps
Of Heart’s born Glimpse!..

A lining Stairs
Ascending sees:
Who now dares –
To grasp and squeeze?!

That One for After’s
Crushed Before:
His crying Laughter
I adore!..

Trip Into Space
Trip through the travelling Distances,
Grip of unraveling Instances,
Stove of prepared Indulgencies:
Here lies of daring Courage Chance,

That to be used here gorgeously,
Seeking of Crime remorselessly,
Dreaming of Find innocently,
Teaching to throw like a Sling,

To reproduce what was Intent
And reemerge with no Amend
Old and forgotten scaring Blend,
Whispering: “You! Just knee and bend!..”

Singing we’re born, not whispering –
Here comes Ache that’s like Whistling:
Make it a Blow – Waiting erase –
Breakthrough the Row and into Space!..

Lineage Spoke
Lineage of the Scenery –
Power of the Grip:
Codes’ Intertwining’s binary
Like of the Spectrum’ Nimb

Is interwoven thoroughly
By the Dynamic’s Law –
All that’s between is more or less
Here to paint or draw!..

Paint your Relief, and sculpting it,
Forms ever place in Shapes,
Make Otherworlds of calming Needs,
And Underheavens shade

Movements all of Ecstasy
That to the Static tends:
Be sure – Put is an Exposé
Both into Scope and Lens!..

Feather – of Air Element
Is a Reflection vague:
Lineage formal Shapes amend –
Time of the Timeless makes.

Functions of Forms forgetting, new
Essence to Life evokes:
That’s what in Multitudes just few
Souls both knew and spoke!..